Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2012 22:05:19 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Exchange Student (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, F/g) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young mother and a teenager. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Exchange Student By Jan I thought I had the perfect life. I grew up in a loving family that did their best to give me everything they could. I was enrolled in dance classes before I started school. I was on the local swim team by the time I started school. My grandparents took me on vacations with them to different states to see national parks. They even took me to Disneyland and Disneyworld as a child. By the time I entered high school I was selected to be a cheerleader. I dated the captain of the football team. He was a couple of years older than me. He went away to college, and came home with a civil engineering degree, and he was hired by the State Water District. It went without saying that we got married as soon as I graduated from college with a degree in fine arts. We stretched our credit to the limit buying the perfect home. Within a year I gave birth to our daughter; we named her Diane. It looked like everything couldn't be any better. I occupied myself supporting our old high school. I helped my old teacher with the fine arts classes. I don't know what possessed me to volunteer to allow a high school foreign exchange student to live with us for the next academic school year, but I did. My husband was very busy working hard to advance his career, so he was rarely home for anything more than a few hours sleep. He had no objections to me inviting an exchange student to occupy our guest room for a school year. He thought the student would be good company for me. I started the paperwork to host a student. It did take awhile to be selected to host a student. While I was waiting to find out who the student would be, my world collapsed around me. My husband told me that he knocked up an 18- year-old girl. He was being forced to get a divorce and marry her. I was crushed and angry beyond belief. I filed for the divorce right away. I was so busy with the settlement details that I forgot all about the exchange student. I was fortunate because the school hired me as a teacher of beginning art classes. I was going to teach freshman and sophomore art classes. My old mentor was going to teach the junior and senior advanced art classes. The older teacher of the advanced classes was becoming an administrator. If it had not been for the child support and divorce settlement I could not have stayed in my home. As it was my parents did have to help some. Then I got the letter informing me that a sixteen-year-old girl from the Netherlands would be arriving in August before the next academic school year. There was additional information telling me her name was Velma Peterman, and her address, phone number, and E-mail address. At least that took my mind off of my anger. I contacted her by E-mail. I got to chat with her and her parents. We exchanged photographs of ourselves. When she let me know what flight she would arrive, I let my mother look after Diane while I drove to the international airport to pick her up. I was very excited about meeting her, and wondered if I would recognize her. When the passengers started filing out of the immigration checking station I strained to identify her. The people exiting started slowly and became a flood, only to become a trickle again. I was almost about to panic, thinking I had missed her, and then I saw the brunet pulling a rolling carryon bag. As soon as she cleared the gate I ran to her and hugged and kissed her. We stood there for a moment greeting each other. I asked her for her baggage check, and led to the carousel. It took forever for the luggage from her flight to come spilling out of the conveyor belt. I'm sure they had been checking the luggage. She had three bags, but the last one took forever to come out. We were thinking that we were going to have to file a missing luggage claim. It was a long drive home, so we stopped for dinner on the way. When we got home I stopped by my parents to pick up Diane. Velma was thrilled to see my baby. After introducing Velma to my parents, we drove to my home. Even though it was getting dark, she was impressed with my home. As I mentioned before, it was our dream home. It was a new four bedroom house with a spacious living room and family room. It was a large home and the living room had a southern exposure. The family room was on the north side with large sliding glass doors leading to the patio and back yard. The dining area and kitchen were open to the family room. There were four bathrooms, and a three car attached garage. The bedroom next to the master bedroom was Diane's nursery. I helped Velma carry her luggage to the bedroom farthest from the nursery. I was hoping the baby would not disturb Velma, and to give her as much privacy as possible. I showed her the attached bathroom and kissed her good night. I assured her that she had plenty of time to unpack. She could sleep as late as she liked tomorrow. Considering the difference in time zones she did not sleep all that much longer than normal. I had made an effort not do anything to disturb her. I simply had dry cereal for breakfast, and breast fed Diane until I heard water running in her bathroom. I started the coffee machine and started cooking her breakfast. I assumed that she would like the smell of coffee. I went all out and poached her two eggs and made a lemon flavored hollandaise sauce. I split an English muffin and toasted them. The table was set by the time she made her appearance. I was very impressed by the way she looked. She was a very attractive girl. Her English was surprisingly good. There were a few idioms of speech she used that were characteristically British, which made her speech all the more charming. She explained her command of our language from watching Hollywood movies. She loved the breakfast I made for her, and insisted on helping me do the dishes. I assured her that wouldn't be necessary, and put them in the dishwasher. I offered to help her unpack, not that I was much help, because I was carrying Diane. The one thing I noticed was the lack of any bras in her wardrobe. I made a note to take her shopping to buy her some items of clothing that would help her fit in to our local school. She was such an attractive girl that she could have no problem fitting in. The boys would be all over her in no time. When I told her how much the boys would love her, she was rather cool in her response, about her feeling about boys. When Diane started fussing I knew she was hungry. I asked Velma if she minded if I fed her. Velma assured me that European women were quite comfortable about breast feeding infants in public. So I pulled one of my tits out to feed Diane. As a teenager I had had perfectly shaped breasts just like Velma's, but when I got pregnant my areolas got much darker brown and doubled in size. I cupped my breasts in my hand with the nipple between my first two fingers until Diane clamped her mouth onto the nipple. Velma stopped her unpacking to watch the baby nursing. Having the teenage staring at me made ne conscious of my naked breast. I felt a strange tingling between my legs. I was confused by my sexual feelings. I had never thought about a female that way before. By the time Diane was finished nursing, she was asleep. I took her to the nursery and picked up a baby bottle and my breast pump. When I returned to Velma's room, I sat on her bed and pulled the tit out that Diane had been sucking on, so that I could finish emptying the breast. Velma was watching every move. When that breast was empty I left it out, while extracting the other breast. I attached the pump, and started milking it. When it was empty I capped the bottle, and took the pump to the kitchen, so that I rinse it and put the bottle in the fridge. Nothing more was said about breast feeding. I felt an obligation to show Velma all of the sights within our state before school started. There were times I could leave Diane with my mother along with some bottles of my breast milk. I was never far from my pump, because when they were full it was painful and would make the front of my clothes wet. One evening while we were talking after a day trip, I excused myself to pump my breasts. Velma asked if she could do it for me. I pulled my tits out and sat back while she attached the pump to one of my nipples. I felt that sexual tingle between my legs again. Velma asked me if she could taste the milk. I assured her that it would be okay. I assumed she would drink from the baby bottle, but she took hold of my other tit, and bent down to take my nipple into her mouth. I almost climaxed from the thrill of this lovely girl sucking on my nipple. When I recovered from the shock of her boldness, I simply stroked her lovely hair. She was so pleased with herself, looking up at my face while she sucked my milk. I became aware of the sexual aroma being emitted from my crotch. I wondered if Velma smelled it too. I guess she did, because she slipped her hand under my dress and sought out my wet panties. I knew I should stop her, but what the hell, it felt so damned good! She pulled the crotch of my panties aside, and started rubbing my wet pubic hair. When she started stroking my clit, I gave up all resistance. She sucked my tit until it was empty, and started to hurt. I had to push her head away. I had never had sex with a female before, but this felt so good I was not about to interrupt her. She actually finger fucked me until I had just about the strongest climax of my life. I was actually crying, because it felt so good. Velma kissed my cheeks, thinking I was upset. I assured her that I was not mad at her or anything. It was tears of joy. Velma slid to the floor and spread my legs. I knew what she was about to do, and said, "Honey you shouldn't do that to me, it is not right!" Velma ignored my protest and stretched my panties aside, so that she could kiss and lick my pussy. She sucked my labia into her mouth and pulled the skin back like an expert. She was definitely no virgin when it came to making love to a woman. When I achieved an orgasm my legs were quivering uncontrollably. I was physically spent when I finally stopped having one little orgasm after another. She stood up and pulled me to my feet. She led me to my bedroom, and then she undressed me completely. She put me to bed, and then proceeded to remove all of her clothes. When she lay next to me, I offered no resistance when she started making love to me again. She straddled my thigh and started rubbing her pussy against my thigh like she was fucking me. She was obviously enjoying the sensation she was inducing in her pussy. She was also feeling my breasts too. At some point she turned around, sitting on my face. I saw that her vulva was shaved clean and there was five stars tattooed on her pussy. The one closest to her vagina was the smallest and each one got progressively larger, they were the sharp lines of a fresh tattoo and shaded towards the blank space in the middle of the stars. I could not resist licking her pussy, because I wanted to taste her pussy too. She set about sucking my pussy again. GAWD...what a night that was! The next day we didn't bather getting dressed. When Diane was not sucking on my tits, Velma was. She taught me things I had never even dreamed of doing. I could not believe such a pretty girl would enjoy licking someone's asshole. She rutted at my butt like she was trying to stick her head in my ass. It took me several days before I was willing to lick her asshole. To my surprise I liked it. Slowly Velma assumed her place in my bed. The only time she slept in her room was when we had company. It was funny to watch Diane try and push Velma's head away from the tit she was not sucking on. Just as I had predicted she was accepted into the social activities at school right away. I used my influence to get her onto the cheerleading squad. I taught her all of the cheers too. As I predicted, every boy that was confident in their sexuality tried to date her. I convinced her to date some of the guys she could control, just to keep the gossip at bay. She was a hit with all of the popular girls too. I allowed her to find out what a pajama party was. I suspected what the girls would be doing, and waited for her to come home and tell me all about her weekend with the girls. Just as I suspected they spent the weekend drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, dancing with each other, bragging about boys they had fucked, and eventually getting around to tongue fucking each other. Velma came home with not only lurid stories; she also brought home some horny girlfriends. With the changing seasons the sports change, all too quickly spring came along with baseball. I hated to see the year end, because I would have to say goodbye to Velma. Diane was almost 2-years-old by that time, and was becoming jealous of Velma. I knew I would have to cool my sexual activities around her. At least there were the girls Velma had brought home that kept my pussy from drying out completely. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.